As she asked the question the yakuza smiled lightly and she thought something was definitely weird.

That man, emnever/em smiled, at least not at what she said, no matter how funny it was and god knows how funny she was.

She was startled by everything Shiki-san did today, somehow frightenned, he always has been a dangerous adversary but if he started to become unpredictable as well she had no idea how she would deal with him anymore. It might be the end of her. The end. For good.

Kanra looked up to meet his eyes, trying to find the beginning of an explanation for all these strange happenings.

There was none and he was still staying silent.

"Shi-"

He cut her off as soon as she opened her lips, she didn't know what to think, did he wait? Did he do this on purpose? Or is everything a coincidence?

"If I knew sending you flowers would lessen your abilities to understand and predict me, I would have tried long ago."

"That's hardly an answer Shiki-san"

"That's the best you'll get tonight"

That smile again. The more she saw it, the more frightenned she was.

And what he said, what did it mean? Is he trying to do something she could not see? Was he trying to harm her?

No, it was impossible. If he ever wanted to hurt her he would do it directly, that's the kind of man Shiki is.

So what?

A voice brought her back from her thoughts,

"Don't worry too much Orihara-san"

"Worry about what Shiki-san?", she asked, trying to appear as confident as always when she had no control over anything.

"Worry about what you think I am doing. You know I'm straightforward"

She knew that. She knew. But she was still worrying placed in a situation she couldn't control. That was how she was.

Finally she calmed down and made up her mind. As of now this man had no reason to do anything to her and to a certain extent she trusted him, or more accurately she trusted his sense of honnour. She was in a great restaurant and she was going to enjoy herself.

Good food never hurts.

As these thoughts went through her mind the waiter brought back two drinks, a bit pinkish, she had no idea about what it was. After taking a sip she somehow lightenned up. It was good. Better than she would have expected from something with such a weird and blurry pinkish thing.

"Shiki-san, was is it?"

"It's called emkir royal/em, made with cassis liqueur and champagne"

"Shiki-san doesn't deny himself anything~"

"Do you complain?" he asked smirking lightly

"No, not at all. It tastes nice"

"Good"